You're Mine{✔️}

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8)

Jimin was silent in the car, on the way to his own house. Why was Namjoon so eager to come to his house? The study session wasn't even over yet.

"It's convenient," Namjoon takes a glance at Jimin. "Being able to live close to your favorite English teacher right?"

"Mhm, it's cool....I guess." Jimin answers and continues to look outside the window.

At this point, the sun has gone down. The people of Seoul were either getting home from work or getting ready for night life. Jimin looked down at his lap, wishing that one day he can hang out with friends. Hopefully people won't be so harsh with him once he gets to College.

A few minutes later, the two were able to get to Jimin's house. The traffic wasn't too busy, and when Jimin unlocked the front door to his home, he smelled his mother's cooking. He smiled and quickly takes off his shoes by the front door.

"Mom, I'm home! And I have Mr. Kim with me!"

Jimin's mother peeks her head out from the kitchen and smiles. She wiped her hands on her apron and makes her way over to greet Namjoon.

"Hello Jimin's mother. It is nice to see you again" Namjoon politely bowed.

She did the same thing and said hello enthusiastically. Namjoon was still amazed by how much Jimin and his mother looked alike.

"Dinner is nearly ready. By the way, are you allergic to anything?" She gave him her best smile.

"Oh no ma'am, I'm not" He said politely, smiling a little.

"Good good, Jimin." She looked over to her son "Help me set the table, and make Mr. Kim feel comfortable."

"Yes ma'am." Jimin mumbles obediently, doing as his mother instructed him.

Jimin got the silverware and arranged it on the table. Since food was already cooking, Miss Park already made rice. Jimin took three rice bowels and scooped the fresh steamy rice into them. He arranged the bowls on to the dining table. While all of this was going on, Jimin thought it was strange that Namjoon was staring at him so hard.

He was staring without any shame. Just watching all of Jimin's moves, which made the younger feel uncomfortable. He wanted to know what Namjoon was thinking. Did Jimin possibly have something on his face?

"Namjoon, I hope you don't mind bean paste soup. I made sure to make it a bit spicy." Jimin mother starts to chat with the man.

"Ah yes Miss Park, I don't mind." He said smiling, but his eyes never left Jimin.

The kitchen and the living room was somewhat connected. The only thing separating the two was a wall, with a giant archway so that you can see everything going on.  So it's not like Jimin could just close a door and hide.

Miss Park was checking the soup, she glanced to the the side to see Jimin looking down awkwardly next to her. She was confused on why Jimin was suddenly acting like this.

She tapped his arm to quietly gain his attention "Jimin, go in the livingroom and talk with your teacher."

"B-But I'm helping you make the food." He said, trying to stay relatively far away from Namjoon.

"Pfft....." She chuckled "When do you ever help me make the food? Now, go talk with Mr. Kim."

Jimin nodded his head and walked into the living room. He made sure he didn't make any eye contact with Namjoon and just sat in the couch next to the recliner chair Namjoon currently is sitting on. Of course the teacher was still creepily staring at Jimin.